Drago’s hand slides under my thigh to support me, but his eyes are still focused over my shoulder.
“Hey.” I take his chin between my fingers, tilting his head so he’ll look at me. “Any chance you can get me more of those pretty crystals?”
“What color?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“Red. They will look nice in the flower pots on the kitchen window. Do you think that shop has some?”
“It does.”
I smile, stroking his cheek while a warm feeling spreads through my chest. “So you consider rubies suitable as flower pot decorations?”
His hand squeezes my thigh. “I was thinking red beryl, but it can be rubies if you prefer those. Was it Tara who spilled the beans?”
“Yes. She was very distressed when she saw me throwing a handful of emeralds into the fish tank.” I smile. “Why, Drago?”
